Those extra 30 ponies up front on the mighty Cessna 172SP tend to cause nosewheel landings—at least they do for me—and it was time to go out and knock the rust off my landings to keep the nosewheel safe. I awoke to a sunny morning after showers the previous evening and clicked through the weather while sipping my morning coffee. METAR green, nearest TAFs green, I was ready to go.
While I was driving to the airport a layer of radiation fog condensed and became a pattern-smashing iron plate by flight time. While waiting for tower to cut the next ATIS, I poked around weather forecasts and noticed that the MOS forecast predicted, correctly, low ceilings for the rest of the morning. Argh!
